The traitors mind was completely shattered,
Everything….All that mattered,
Yes!…..Retribution can be quick,
If one makes the mistake, to think a true wizard thick,
And…Compounds the crime getting caught being underhand,
Threatening his beloved Faerieland!
Because it was so quick, there was no time for traitorous lame excuses,
And the Wizard knew this shell of a Guardian still had it’s uses.
The reason, that to the touch, one was cold,
Was that in the “Becoming”, the body is infused with large amounts of gold,
The same gold that is spun from lead, on the wheel,
The very same gold, that will, the ultimate fate of this Guardian seal,
In the time it takes a mortal to think,
The Guardians body, takes on a golden glow and starts to shrink,
Until there is just a small pile,
Not as you might think, all stinking and vile,
But, looking like ….The finest golden sand,
Which the Wizard then, Magicked from the floor to his hand,
Then, with no trouble,
Fashioned around himself, a silver, transparent bubble,
So far, so good,
He pulled up his hood,
And with this little pile of gold in the palm of his hand,
Transported himself to the broken anchor point, at the bottom of the Magick Sea, in Faerieland.
When he got there, he had to steady himself….He was shocked,
At the sheer amount, the seafloor pitched and rocked,
Up and down, side to side,
Little cracks appearing, opening wide,
He could see the end of the golden thread,
One second a small gap in it, then opening up…Almost as wide as his dread
And each end of the thread,
Glowing with the residue of the Dark Lords Magick…..A deep evil glow of red……
So now he had an inkling of the trouble that was in store,
He was going to have to try something, only ever thought about…..
Never, in thousands of years, tried before….